Man-eater.
Man-handler.
Feel-
and
-duress.
Call me Goddess;
Cock holder
of tired, poor, huddled masses
yearning and cold;
In need of caress.
Kein Mehrheit Fur Die Mitleid:
No majority for the pity;
No pity for the majority;
“Kill Mother-Fucking Depeche Mode!”
Can’t you take a joke?
No pity for the patriarchy:
I am Ms. Andrist.
True blue
balls
are for fun.
Cage it.
Stomp it.
Kiss it.
Hawk tuah.
I spit. I shine. You shut up!
You’re tainted.
Forgot for ages
to bow to the Divine
Fem
in
me.
This house is Mine.
You are the dirt;
I am the structure;
Your illusion is my power;
Call me der Mutter;
Be a good boy and maybe you can return,
Fucker.
King
Dom
is
Dead.
Crawl back into the womb.
Welcome home,
Recovered One.
This is and always has been
The
Free
Fem
Free
Fem
Domme.
🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤
Thank you,
!
Feel and Duress